Saturday, June 18, 2011

Reader



He reads both the discourses and judges one to be pessimistic and the next optimistic. The backdrops against which they are written betray conclusions. There are three worlds (each invisible to the other). Utopia is where the negative text came from (from Dystopia came the positive text) and Ecotopia is from where came the reader.

How is it that a text does not come from the latter world but a reader and how come it is that reader has access to other worlds when he couldn’t possibly have. The answer to that, Dear Readers, is plain. One need only fall in order to be exiled and have access to other realms. This reader, who comes by the name of Rufisel, is in a self-imposed exile.

If one needs to have fallen to access other realms, does that mean our unfallen gods are impostors? I’m not sure I’m qualified to answer that. Does fall signify unfurling of the third eye? Perchance it does. Does that not mean we never fell? You haven’t, inquisitive reader, not yet. Some of you have, most of you haven’t. It’s when you all, not when most of you, fall do you as a world enter realms other. The fall must be collectivist, not individualist. So it could not come to pass when a world is in its infancy. The world must be in its adulthood and zenith for the fall to happen. Is hypotheism a tightrope walked by theism or atheism? Yessiree, very much by both.

As to why a reader and not a text, well, Madam, it is perchance a utopia in itself or by any other name is a blatant lie and because there they do not write anymore. Least importantly, Sir, who else there is to read and interpret if it weren’t for Rufisel (and his freefall). The ideologies shall run their course and it matters little they clash, flourish or crash. What matters is you’re here and it is the illusory Now.

Dystopia lies amid its ruins not a mile (though not in space) in time from Utopia. Ecotopia lies on this side, the same distance from Dystopia, again in time and not space. Ecotopia, in other words, is the third world which explains why it is not another utopia. Utopia is the first world and for the reason that it homes in it a dystopian mind it truly is not the first world. Dystopia is (not the second world) the middle world. It is not the second world for the sole reason it contains in it a utopian mind.

What and where is the fourth world? Now, Reader, you are humoring me. A world without borders it is and this is where you will be when your governments cease governing and perform their proper job of protecting. To live in the fourth world is to live one leap closer to fall. Fifth world is the fall and sixth is life after fall. All these worlds are lived physically.

May you, kindness, hold your galloping horses! Seventh world is life beyond physical plane. When you enter the eighth world, here happens the shift in existence, all the unfallen gods get physically born whence you left. The fallen gods that you are shall oversee their life on this planet called Birth and at long last there will be Nede and only Nede, no west or east of it.

Why a Dystopian mind, he asks himself, produces a utopian text. It is because, he assumes, the Utopian mind conceives a dystopian text. It cannot see what it imagines (it creates a world out of thin air all the same). First there comes to be Dystopia. Then there comes to be the Dystopian mind whence comes the utopian text and with it the utopian world. To judge by the worlds they inhabit (and the dictum there’s something outside the text), the utopian really must be opti-pessimistic and the dystopian pessi-optimistic. Here Rufisel encounters the paradox: what creates what (utopia dystopia or dystopia utopia). He cannot find a resolve to it. It remains that what it is: a paradox.

It’s only a matter of time, he deduces, before a Dystopia transforms into a Utopia and vice versa. He thinks wouldn’t the author of the dystopian text be pleased to know if her speculated world comes to naught (and wouldn’t the author of the utopian text be pleased to know if his speculated world comes to be). But, alas, he thinks, there both worlds, though hidden in space, very much (respectively in their glory and gore) are and wonders if there’s anything he could do about it. He falls asleep, then, from his wake.

When he awakes, he writes his discourse on the Fourth World. In its pages is envisioned the character that enlivens Fifth World in which is inscribed Sixth World…so on until there is the Eight World and then under its panoptic care there is Nede where no one need write, in like manner, for it isn’t a world of boredom or deception. Except the ones that ceased to exist (for they no longer lived in the minds of their authors or readers), all these worlds existed side by side in space or in time eternally. Strange as it may sound, Dear Reader, it however was and is and so shall be.




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